Archie had had a bad evening, and he was in a mood about it. Work hadn't been awful, really, it was the usual, and that wasn't a bad thing. And he'd eaten- the benefits of working where he did was that people were willing to donate a little blood. But he was sure that his donor had taken something, and it was making Archie cranky.
He wasn't usually one to go to a bar when he felt like this. Normally he'd just go home and faceplant on his bed, but tonight he felt different. Going home annoyed wasn't going to make him feel any better.
Archie wasn't looking for company, so he skirted around the little party at one end of the bar, heading down to the other and (not too ungracefully) pulled himself up onto the only vacant seat.
"I'll have one of those too, please. Since you have the bottle out," Archie chipped in before the bartender could put it away. No, he really wasn't looking for company, but he offered over his card for both drinks anyway. Doing something nice for someone else might help lift his mood. And sure, a whiskey chaser on an already questionable dinner was probably not the best idea he'd ever had, but it was what he wanted right now.